We Forget

From Wordsworth's

"Imitations of Immortality"

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.

The Soul that rises with us, our Life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere Its setting

And cometh from afar;

Not in entire forgetfulness

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come,

From God who is our home."

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